Chapter Four
Elijah's POV
We were laughing. A lot. I refused to tell her how I knew she was taking dance lessons. I had taken her out dancing, to an old-fashioned party.
I had no idea she loved books, which was a very interesting find for me that evening when she commented that the whole scene looked like The Great Gatsby.
We locked our hands and ran around in circles, madly. Usually I don't do too much dancing, or madness. But today, my feet felt unstoppable. I felt young. Like a little boy at a school dance. I wished I had gotten to go to high school, fall for girls, get heartbreaks, and have friends. To be a kid in a crowd of other kids. Oh well.
Her face was flustered, and red from all the exertion. Her hand was in mine, and she threw back her head, her hair spread out all around her face. She hummed along sometimes, and then she would catch her breath, and I'd pick her up, and whirl her around.
Soon she was tired. I wasn't. But I followed her to a tent outside, and we ordered dinner.
She talked, more than our first meeting. About people. About dancing, music, songs, and melodies. About singing. About those kids. About everything but me or herself. She avoided asking me a single personal question.
"Hey, Tessa," I said. We were eating. "I remember you wanting to ask me about myself. So fire away." "Well, why don't you tell me everything you'd like me to know? Then I'll ask."
"Okay. I have two sisters and a brother. I have a niece. She is the brightest Mikaelson, the most beautiful thing."
"My parents are dead; have been for a long time now. I have travelled a lot for a long time. But I found home in New Orleans. I and my siblings practically run the city.
I have had many occupations. I am an avid reader. I like music too, but your taste for it surpasses my attraction to the melodies. I can cook; I can make quite a range of recipes.
I wanted some time away from my siblings, my brother. We had a disagreement. So I decided to let him blow off some steam, and I came here. I thought of this as a calm city. So I'm here for some time, until the storm clears up back home."
I finished, and I looked at her. "Well, Mr. Mikaelson, how do you think you're going to spend your days in this city?"
"I want to take it day by day. Tomorrow, there's a debate in the college library, on importance on libraries in the new technological era. I was thinking of dropping by. Would you like to join me?" I asked her.
"okay. Sure."
I spent the entire evening, telling her of Hope, and Rebecca, Freya, Nik, and Hayley, even about Kol and Finn. I didn't tell her too many direct details, but I did describe my siblings vividly. She didn't pry; she just listened, and asked a rare question in between my pauses.
Later we skipped all each other related topics, and somehow ended up talking about sports. She wanted to learn how to fence, ride a horse, and play football. I told her about the sports, their histories, their rules.
The night was over too quickly for my liking. But as I drove away from her house, I realized I was tired. I hadn't had to pay so much attention to anyone in a day.
I hit the bed, as soon as I reached the hotel I was staying at.
